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ORDER  OF  WORSHIP  No.  6. 


School,— The  earth  is  the  Lord's  and  the  ful- 
ness thereof; 
The  world  and  they  that  dwell  therein. 
For  He  hath  founded  it  upon  the  seas, 
And  established  it  upon  the  floods. 

JBoys, — Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  of  the 
Lord  ? 
And  who  shall  stand  in  His  holy  place  ? 

Girls. — He  that  hath  clean  hands  and  a  pure 
heart ; 
Who  hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  vanity, 
fe.  Nor  sworn  deceitfully. 

All, — ^He  shall  receive  the  blessing  from  the 
Lord, 
And  righteousness   from   the  God   of   his 
salvation. 
^  He  shall  receive  the  blessing  from  the  Lord, 

m\  And  righteousness  from  the    God   of    his 

salvation. 


JPastor^s  Class, — This   is   the   generation    of 
them  that  seek  Him, 
That  seek  Thy  face,  O  God  of  Jacob. 

AIL — Lift  up  your  heads,  O  ye  gates,  and  be 
ye  Hfted  up,  ye  everlasting  doors. 
And  the -King  of  glory  shall  come  in,  the 
King  of  glory  shall  come  in,  the  King 
of  glory  shall  come  in. 

JJot/s, — Who  is  this  King  of  glory? 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 

A/L — The  Lord,  the  Lord  strong  and  mighty, 
The  Lord,  the  Lord  mighty  in  battle. 

Infant  Class. — Lift  up   your  heads,  O   ye 

gates, 
Even  lift  them  up,  ye  everlasting  doors, 
And  the  King  of  glory  shall  come  in, 
The  King  of  glory  shall  come  in. 
The  King  of  glory  shall  come  in. 

JBoys. — Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 
Who  is  this  King  of  glory  ? 

All, — The  Lord  of  hosts,  the  Lord  of  hosts, 
He  is  the  King  of  glory, 
He  is  the  King  of  glory. 


He  is  the  King,  the  King  of  glory, 
He  is  the  King,  the  King  of  glory, 
The  King  of  glory. 

Superintendent, — I  was  glad  when  they  said 
unto  me,  let  us  go  into  the  house  of  the 
Lord. 

Chant* — The  Lord's  Prayer. 
The  Apostles^  Creed  : 

Girls  only. 

Shout  for  joy  !  come  before  the  Lord  with 
singing ; 

Young  and  old  wake  the  glad  refrain  ; 
Praise  Jehovah  !  to  Him  your  tribute  bringing, 

Till  the  skies  echo  back  the  strain. 
Praise  the  Father  who  loves  His  children  ever, 

Chant  His  goodness  in  cheerful  song ; 
He  our  God  will  forsake  His  people  never  ; 

Endless  praises  to  Him  belong.   Shout,  etc. 

How  many  JBibles  can  tve  show  ? 
Title  of  Lesson. 
Golden  Text. 


Whei'e  is  the  lesson  found  ? 

Scholars  rise^  and  read  Scripture  for 
the  day's  study. 

Invocation  song  : 

Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, 
Pure  unbounded  love  Thou  art : 
Visit  us  with  Thy  salvation, 
Enter  every  trembling  heart. 

IPrayer. 

Hymn, 

Missionary  offerings^  while  organ 
plays  softly,  and  Superintendent 
reads  suitable  portions  of  Scrij^- 
ture. 

Notices  of  the  day   and   week,      (Rolls 
marked. 

Class  studies, 

lleview  from  puljytt  hy  Pastor  or  Super- 
intendents, 

Hymns, 

Secretaries'  distributions. 

Bell  calls  all  to  rise  for  parting  saluta- 
tions. 


No.  2. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

407 

In  the  silent  midnight  watches, 

List — thy  bosom's  door  ! 
How  it  knocketh,  knocketh,  knocketh, 

Knocketh  evermore  ! 
Say  not  'tis  thy  pulses  beating, 

'Tis  thy  heart  of  sin  ; 
'Tis  thy  Saviour  knocks,  and  crieth, 

"  Rise,  and  let  me  in  !  " 


Death  comes  down  with  reckless  footsteps, 

To  the  hall  and  hut ; 
Think  you  death  will  tarry  knocking. 

When  the  door  is  shut  ? 
Jesus  waiteth,  waiteth,  waiteth  ; 

But  the  door  is  fast ; 
Grieved,  away  thy  Saviour  goeth, 

Death  breaks  in  at  last. 


Then  'tis  time  to  stand  entreating 

Christ  to  let  thee  in  ; 
At  the  gate  of  heaven  beating, 

Waihng  for  thy  sin  ? 
Nay  !  alas,  thou  guilty  creature  ! 

Hast  thou,  then,  forgot  ? 
Jesus  waited  long  to  know  thee, 

Now  He  knows  thee  not ! 


4:  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

408 

Heavenly  Father,  we  beseech  Thee, 
Grant  Thy  blessing  ere  we  part ; 

Take  us  in  Thy  care  and  keeping, 
Guard  from  evil  every  heart. 


Cho. — Bless  the  words  we  here  have  spoken, 
Offered  prayer  and  cheerful  strain  ; 
If  Thy  will,  O  Lord,  we  pray  Thee, 
Grant  we  all  may  meet  again. 


Loving  Saviour,  go  Thou  with  us, 
Be  our  comfort  and  our  stay  ; 

Grateful  praise  to  Thee  we  render. 
For  the  joy  we  feel  to-day. — Cho. 


Holy  Spirit,  dwell  within  us. 
May  our  souls  Thy  temple  be, 

May  we  tread  the  path  to  glory, 

Led  and  guided  still  by  Thee. — Cho. 


Heavenly  Father,  loving  Saviour, 

Holy  Spirit,  Three  in  One, 
As  among  Thy  saints  and  angels, 

So  on  earth.  Thy  will  be  done. — Cho. 


PRECIOUS   HYMN?. 

409 

One  there  is  above  all  others, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  or  leave  us, 
One  day  soothe,  the  next  day  grieve  us  ; 
But  this  Friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 


'Tis  eternal  life  to  know  Him, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Think,  oh,  think  how  much  we  owe  Him, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
With  His  precious  blood  He  bought  us. 
In  the  wilderness  He  sought  us. 
To  His  fold  He  safely  brought  us, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 


Blessed  Jesus  !  would  you  know  Him, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Give  yourselves  entirely  to  Him, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  \ 
Think  no  longer  of  the  morrow, 
From  the  past  new  courage  borrow, 
Jesus  carries  all  your  sorrow, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 


PEECIOUS   HYMNS. 

Ail  your  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Backward  shall  your  foes  be  driven, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 
Best  of  blessings  He'll  provide  you, 
Nought  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  you. 
Safe  to  glory  He  will  guide  you, 

Oh,  how  He  loves  ! 


410 


Life  has  many  a  pleasant  hour, 
Many  a  bright  and  cloudless  day  ; 

Singing  bird  and  smiling  flower. 
Scatter  sunbeams  on  our  way  ; 

But  the  sweetest  blossoms  grow 
In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

Earth  has  many  a  cool  retreat, 
Many  a  spot  to  memory  dear  ; 

Oft  we  find  our  weary  feet 

Lingering  by  some  fountain  clear  ; 

Yet  the  purest  waters  flow 
In  the  land  to  which  we  go. 

'Tis  the  Christian's  promised  land  ; 

There  is  everlasting  day  ; 
There  a  Saviour's  loving  hand 

Wipes  the  mourner's  tears  away  ; 
Oh  !  the  rapture  we  shall  know 

In  the  land  to  which  we  o-q. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  7 

411 

Are  you  coming  Home,  ye  wanderers, 

Whom  Jesus  died  to  win, 
All  footsore,  lame  and  weary, 

Your  garments  stained  with  sin  ? 
Will  you  seek  the  blood  of  Jesus 

To  wash  your  garments  white  ? 
Will  you  trust  His  precious  promise, 

Are  you  coming  Home  to-night? 

Cho. — II*.  Are  you  coming  Home  to-night,  :|| 
Are  you  coming  Home  to  Jesus, 
Out  of  darkness  into  light  ? 

||:Are  you  coming  Home  to-night,:  jj 
To  your  loving,  heavenly  Father, 

Are  you  coming  Home  to-night  ? 

Are  you  coming  Home,  ye  lost  ones  ? 

Behold  your  Lord  doth  wait ; 
Come,  then  no  longer  linger, 

Come  ere  it  be  too  late  ; 
Will  you  come  and  let  Him  save  you  ? 

Oh  trust  His  love  and  might ; 
Will  you  come  while  He  is  calling, 

Are  you  coming  Home  to  night  ? — Cho. 

Are  you  coming  Home,  ye  guilty. 

Who  bear  the  load  of  sin  ; 
Outside  you've  long  been  standing. 

Come  now  and  venture  in  ; 


8  PEECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Will  you  heed  the  Saviour's  promise, 
And  dare  to  trust  Him  quite  ; 

"  Come  unto  me,"  saith  Jesus, 
Are  you  coming  Home  to-night  ? — Cho. 


412 

It  is  good  to  be  here  to-day, 

It  is  good,  it  is  good, 
It  is  good  to  be  here  to-day, 
In  the  house  of  the  Lord,  with  friends  we  love, 
Who  are  guiding  our  feet  to  homes  above  ; 
We  give  them  a  happy  greeting  now 
As  we  gather  so  cheerful  to-day, 

As  we  gather  so  cheerful  to-day. 

||:There  is  joy  in  our  hearts  to-day,: || 
Thro'  the  blessing  of  God  our  Father  dear, 
We  are  spared  to  behold  another  year ; 
While  beams  from  the  sunny  past  return 
II : With  a  smile  as  we  gather  to-day. :|| 

||:We  have  come  with  a  song  to-day,: || 
With  the  heart  and  the  soul  we  gladly  sing. 
And  we  hallow  His  name,  our  Heavenly  King  ; 
All  glory  to  Him  whose  holy  word 
||:Is  our  light  as  we  gather  to  day.:|| 


PEECIOUS   HYMNS.  9 

413 

I  have  read  of  a  beautiful  city, 

Far  away  in  the  kingdom  of  God  ; 
I  have  read  how  its  walls  are  of  jasper, 

How  its  streets  are  all  golden  and  broad, 
In  the  midst  of  the  street  is  life's  river, 

Clear  as  crystal  and  pure  to  behold  ; 
But  not  half  of  that  city's  bright  glory^ 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

Cho. — Not  half  has  ever  been  told  ; 
Not  half  has  ever  been  told  ; 
Not  half  of  that  city's  bright  glory 
To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. 

I  have  read  of  bright  mansions  in  Heaven, 

Which  the  Saviour  has  gone  to  prepare  : 
And  the  saints  Avho  on  earth  have  been  faith- 
ful, 

Rest  forever  with  Christ  over  there  ; 
There  no  sin  ever  enters,  nor  sorrow, 

The  inhabitants  never  grow  old  ; 
But  not  half  of  the  joys  that  await  them 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. — Cho. 

I  have  read  of  white  robes  for  the  righteous, 
Of  bright  crowns  which  the  glorified  wear, 

When    our  Father   shall  bid   them   *^'  Come, 
enter, 
And  my  glory  eternally  share  ;  " 


10  PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 

How  the  righteous  are  evermore  blessed 
As  they  walk  through  the  streets  of  pure 
gold  ; 

But  not  half  of  the  wonderful  story 
To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. — Cho. 

I  have  read  of  a  Christ  so  forgiving, 

That  vile  sinners  may  ask  and  receive 
Peace  and  pardon  from  every  transgression, 

If  when  asking  they  only  believe. 
I  have  read  how  He'll  guide  and  protect  us, 

If  for  safety  we  enter  His  fold  ; 
But  not  half  of  His  goodness  and  mercy 

To  mortals  has  ever  been  told. — Cho. 

414 

Oh  word  of  words,  the  sweetest, 

Oh  word,  in  which  there  lie 
All  promise,  all  fulfillment, 

And  end  of  mystery  ; 
Lamenting,  or  rejoicing, 

With  doubt  or  terror  nigh, 
I  hear  the  "  Come  "  of  Jesus, 

And  to  his  Cross  I  fly. 

Ref. — ||:Come,  oh  come  to  me, 
Come,  oh  come  to  me, 
Weary,  heavy  laden, 
Come,  oh  come  to  me.  :|| 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  11 

Oh  soul !  why  shouldst  thou  wander 

From  such  a  loving  Friend  ? 
Cling  closer,  closer  to  Him, 

Stay  with  Him  to  the  end, 
Alas  !  I  am  so  helpless, 

So  very  full  of  sin, 
For  I  am  ever  wandering, 

And  coming  back  again. — Ref. 

Oh,  each  time  draw  me  nearer, 

That  soon  the  "  Come  "  may  be 
Naught  but  a  gentle  whisper, 

To  one  close,  close  to  Thee ; 
Then,  over  sea  and  mountain, 

Far  from,  or  near  my  home, 
I'll  take  Thy  hand  and  follow. 

At  that  sweet  whisper,  ''  Come  !" — Ref. 


415 


Come,  sing  with  holy  gladness. 

High  hallelujahs  sing, 
Uplift  your  loud  hosannas 

To  Jesus,  Lord  and  King ; 
Sing,  boys,  in  joyful  chorus 

Your  hymn  of  pmise  to-day ; 
And  sing,  ye  gentle  maidens, 

Your  sweet  responsive  lay. 


12  PRECIOUS   HYMNS. 

'Tis  good  for  boys  and  maidens, 

Sweet  hymns  to  Christ  to  sing, 
'Tis  meet  that  children's  voices 

Should  praise  the  children's  King ; 
For  Jesus  is  salvation, 

And  glory,  grace,  and  rest. 
To  babe  and  boy  and  maiden, 

The  one  Redeemer  blest. 


O  boys,  be  strong  in  Jesus, 

To  toil  for  Him  is  gain, 
And  Jesus  wrought  with  Joseph 

With  chisel,  saw,  and  plane. 
O  maidens,  live  for  Jesus, 

Who  was  a  maiden's  son  ; 
Be  patient,  pure  and  gentle, 

Perfect  the  grace  begun. 


Soon  in  the  golden  city 

The  boys  and  girls  shall  stand, 
And  through  the  dazzling  mansions 

Rejoice  a  ransomed  band. 
O  Christ,  prepare  Thy  children 

With  that  triuhiphant  throng 
To  pass  the  burnished  portals. 

And  sing  the  eternal  song. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  13 

416 

My  hope  is  in  Jesus,  my  comfort  is  there, — 
He  bids  me  be  faithful,  and  watch  unto  prayer; 

BeHeving  His  promise,  I'll  banish  my  fear, 
Whatever  my  trial,  the  Saviour  is  near. 

Chorus. 

Jesus  will  help  me, — Jesus  will  help  me, — 
Jesus  will  help  me,  will  help  me  to  pray. 

He  gives  me  His  Spirit,  a  witness  within, 
That  love  has  redeemed  me,   and   cleansed 
me  from  sin  ; 
The  pledge  of  His  pardon  I  feel  in  my  breast, 
Still  looking  by  faith  to  a  mansion  of  rest. 

Cho. 

0  Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  my  Refuge  Divine, 
Thy  cross  while  I  bear,  let  the  glory  be  Thine, 

My  all  to  Thy  service  I  cheerfully  give. 
And  ask  in  the  light  of  Thy  counsel  to  live. 

Cho. 

1  know  that  Thy  grace  is  sufficient  for  me, 

Yet  draw  me,  dear  Saviour,  still  closer  to  Thee; 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  to  Thee  I  confide, 
And  trust   Thee   forever,  my    Comfort    and 
Guide. — Cho. 


14:  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

417 

Look,  ye  saints,  the  sight  is  glorious. 

See  the  "  Man  of  Sorrows  "  now, 
From  the  fight  return  victorious, 

Every  knee  to  Him  shall  bow. 

Refrain. 

Crown  Him  !  crown  Him  !  angels  crown  Him  ! 

Crown  the  Saviour  "  King  of  kings." 
Crown  Him  !  crown  Him  !  angels  crown  Him  ! 

Crown  the  Saviour  ''  King  of  kings." 

Crown  the  Saviour  !  angels  crown  him, 
Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings. 

In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  Him, 

While  the  vault  of  heaven  rings. — Ref. 

Sinners  in  derision  crowned  Him, 
Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim. 

Saints  and  angels  crowd  around  Him, 
Own  His  title,  praise  His  name. — Ref. 

Hark  !  the  bursts  of  acclamation  ! 

Hark  !  these  loud  triumphant  chords, 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station, 

Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! — Ref. 


PRECIOrS   HYMNS.  15 

418 

There's   a   beautiful   place  where   my  fondest 
hopes  are  stayed, 

My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there. 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  will  never,  never 

And  fields  are  eternally  fair.  [fade, 

Chorus. 
That  blissful  place  is  my  dear  fatherland ; 

By  faith  its  delights  I  explore  ; 
But  sweeter,  dearer,  dearer  is  the  hand. 

That  leads  me  in  peace  to  the  shore. 

There's  a  beautiful  place  where  the  holy  angels 
dwell, 
A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode. 
Of  the  joys  of  that  place   no  mortal   tongue 
can  tell, 
For  there  is  the  palace  of  God. — Cho. 

There  is  a  place  where  our  loving  friends  are 
gone, 

Who  suffered  and  worshiped  with  me, 
Now  gladly  they  join  in  the  angel's  happy  song. 

The  King  in  His  beauty  they  see. — Cho. 

There  is  a  place  where  I  trust  I  may  live. 

When  life  and  its  labors  are  o'er, 
A  place  which  our  Lord  to  the  faithful  will  give, 

And  then  I  shall  sorrow  no  more. — Cho. 


10  PRECIOUS   HYMNS, 

4i9 

Come  near  me,  O  my  Saviour  ; 

Thy  tenderness  reveal ; 
O,  let  me  know  the  sympathy 

Which  Thou  for  me  dost  feel, 
I  need  Thee  every  moment ; 

Thine  absence  brings  dismay  ; 
But  when  the  tempter  hurls  his  darts, 

T'were  death  with  Thee  away. 

Come  near  me,  my  Redeemer, 

And  never  leave  my  side  ; 
My  bark,  when  tossed  on  trouble's  sea, 

The  storm  cannot  outride. 
Unless  Thy  word  of  power 

Arrest  the  surging  wave  ; 
No  voice  but  Thine  its  rage  can  quell, 

No  arm  but  Thine  can  save. 


Come  near  me,  blessed  Jesus, 

I  need  Thee  in  my  joy, 
No  less  than  when  the  direst  ills 

My  happiness  destroy  ; 
For  when  the  sun  shines  o'er  me, 

And  flowers  strew  my  way, 
Without  Thy  wise  and  guiding  hand 

More  easily  I  stray. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  IV 

Be  near  me,  mighty  Saviour, 

When  comes  the  latest  strife  ; 
For  Thou  hast  thro'  death's  shadows  passed, 

And  oped  the  gates  of  life ; 
And  when  among  the  ransomed 

I  stand  with  crown  and  palm, 
To  Thee,  divine,  unfailing  Friend, 

ril  raise  eternal  psalm. 

420 

Sweet  Sabbath  School !  more  dear  to  me 

Than  fairest  palace  dome. 
My  heart  e'er  turns  with  joy  to  thee. 

My  own  dear  Sabbath  Home. 

Cho.— Sabbath  Home  !  Blessed  Home  1 

.  Sabbath  Home  !  Blessed  Home  !    . 
My  heart  e'er  turns  with  joy  to  thee, 
My  own  dear  Sabbath  Home. 

Here  to  my  willful,  wandering  heart, 

The  way  of  life  is  shown  : 
Here  may  I  seek  the  better  part. 

And  gain  a  Sabbath  Home. — Cho. 

Here  Jesus  stands  with  loving  voice, 

Entreating  me  to  come 
And  make  of  Him  my  earnest  choice, 

In  this  dear  Sabbath  Home. — Cho. 


18  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

421 

Angry  words  !  oh,  let  them  never 
From  the  tongue  unbridled  slip  ; 

May  the  heart's  best  impulse  ever 
Check  them,  e'er  they  soil  the  lip. 

Chorus. 
"  Love  one  another," 

Thus  saith  the  Saviour, 
Children,  obey  thy  Father's  blest  command  ; 
"  Love  one  another," 

Thus  saith  the  Saviour, 
Children,  obey  His  blest  command. 

Love  is  much  too  pure  and  holy, 

Friendship  is  too  sacred  far. 
For  a  moment's  reckless  folly 

Thus  to  desolate  and  mar. — Cho. 

Angry  words  are  lightly  spoken  ; 

Bitterest  thoughts  are  rashly  stirred  ; 
Brightest  links  of  life  are  broken 

By  a  single  angry  word. — Cho. 

422 

Glad  tidings  !  glad  tidings  !  O  wonderful  love  ! 
A  message  has  come  from  our  Father  above  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  who  brings  it  to  young  and  to  old, 
A  message  of  mercy  more  precious  than  gold. 


PEECIOUS    HYMITS.  10 

REFRAIN. 

Glad  tidings,  glad  tidings  ! 

O  wonderful,  wonderful,  wonderful  love  ! 

Glad  tidings,  glad  tidings  ! 

We  hail  the  glad  tidings  of  wonderful  love. 

He  saith  to  the  weary,  Oh,  come  unto  me ; 
The  poor  and  the  lowly  his  glory  may  see ; 
He  blesseth  the  meek  with   his   soul-cheering 

voice  ; 
He  comforts  the  mourners  and  bids  them  rejoice. 

Ref. 

How  happy  are  they  who  beheve  in  the  Lord, 
And  love  the  sweet  counsel  they  find  in   His 

word  ! 
Be  ready  to  hear,  and  be  swift  to  obey. 
And  follow  his  track  in  the  bright  shining  way. 

Ref. 

423 

When  we  get  home  from  our  sorrow  and  care, 

And  we  stand  with  the  angels  of  light. 
Oh,  what  a  meeting  in  heaven  there'll  be, 

In  that  land  without  shadow  or  night ; 
Sorrow  and  care,  tribulation  and  pain. 

We'll  leave  when  we  pass  thro'  the  tomb 
Clouds  of  despair,  storms  of  trial  and  care, 

We  shall  leave  for  that  beautiful  home. 


20  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Cho. — When  we  get  home,  oh,  when  we  get 
home, 
Get  home  to  glory-land, 
Praises  we'll  sing,  to  Jesus,  our  King, 
A  ransomed,  a  glorified  band. 

When  we  get  home  to  the  mansions  above. 

With  the  loved  ones  gone  over  before. 
Oh,  who  can  tell  what  a  joy  that  will  be 

There,  to  live  and  rejoice  evermore : 
Angels  will  praise,  the  Redeemer  will  smiile, 

And  loved  ones  we'll  clasp  by  the  hand ; 
Free  from  all  pain,  far  beyond  earthly  stain, 

We  shall  dwell  in  that  beautiful  land. — Ref. 

When  we  get  home,  when  the  morning  is  come, 

And  forth  from  the  city  of  gold 
Angels  of  God,  coming  down,  shall  call  home 

All  of  those  who  belong  to  His  fold  ; 
Will  you  be  there,  brother,  loved  ones  to  greet, 

Or  will  you  forever  be  lost  ? 
What  is  thy  choice  fleeting  pleasures  of  earth. 

Or  a  home  when  death's  river  is  crossed.-REF. 

424 

I  know  not  what  awaits  me, 

God  kindly  veils  mine  eyes, 
And  o'er  each  step  of  my  onward  way 

He  makes  new  scenes  to  rise  ; 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  21 

And  every  joy  He  sends  me,  comes 
A  sweet  and  glad  surprise. 

Cho. — Where  He  may  lead  I'll  follow, 
My  trust  in  Him  repose  ; 
||:And  every  hour  in  perfect  peace 
rU  sing,  He  knows,  He  knows. :|| 

One  step  I  see  before  me, 

'Tis  all  I  need  to  see, 
The  light  of  heaven  more  brightly  shines, 

When  earth's  illusions  flee  ; 
And  sweetly  through  the  silence,  came 

His  loving  "  Follow  Me." — Cho. 

O  blissful  lack  of  wisdom, 

'Tis  blessed  not  to  know  ; 
He  holds  me  with  His  own  right  hand, 

And  will  not  let  me  go, 
And  lulls  my  troubled  soul  to  rest 

In  Him  who  loves  me  so. — Cho. 

So  on  I  go  not  knowing, 

I  would  not  if  I  might ; 
I'd  rather  walk  in  the  dark  with  God 

Than  go  alone  in  the  light ; 
I'd  rather  walk  by  faith  with  Him 

Than  go  alone  by  sight. 

He  knows,  He  knows,  He  knows. 


22  "  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

425 

This  is  not  my  place  of  resting, 
There's  a  city  yet  to  come  ; 

Onward  to  it  I  am  hastening, 
On  to  my  eternal  home. 

Chorus. 

Farewell,  then,  all  earthly  treasures, 
Farewell,  all  its  empty  pleasures ; 
Onward,  onward,  we  are  passing, 
Onward  to  our  heavenly  home. 

In  it  all  is  light  and  glory  ; 

O'er  it  shines  a  nightless  day  : 
Every  trace  of  sin's  sad  story. 

All  the  curse,  hath  passed  away. — Cho, 

There  the  Lamb,  our  Shepherd,  leads  us, 

'By  the  streams  of  life  along. 
In  the  freshest  pasture  feeds  us. 
Turns  our  sighing  into  song. — Cho. 

Soon  we  pass  this  desert  dreary, 
Soon  we  bid  farewell  to  pain ; 

Nevermore  then,  sad  or  weary. 
Never,  never  sin  again.— Cho. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  2S 

426 

'Twill  not  be  long,  our  journey  here, 
Each  broken  sigh  and  falling  tear 
Will  soon  be  gone,  and  all  will  be 
A  cloudless  sky,  a  waveless  sea.   - 

Refrain. 

Roll  on,  dark  stream, 
We  dread  not  thy  foam  ; 

The  pilgrim  is  longing  for 
Home,  sweet  home. 

'Twill  not  be  long  the  yearning  heart 
May  feel  its  every  hope  depart, 
And  grief  be  mingled  with  its  song  ; 
We'll  meet  again,  'twill  not  be  long. — Ref. 

Though  sad  we  mark  the  closing  eye, 
Of  those  we  loved  in  days  gone  by, 
Yet  sweet  in  death  their  latest  song — 
We'll  meet  again,  'twill  not  be  long. — Ref. 

These  checkered  wilds,  with  thorns 

o'erspread. 
Through  which  our  way  so  oft  is  led — 
This  march  of  time,  if  faith  be  strong, 
Will  end  in  bliss,  'twill  not  be  long. — Ref. 


24:  PEECIOIJS    HYMNS. 

427 

Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

The  Saviour  arose — He  conquered  his  foes- 
Opened  a  heavenly  way — 

A  way  that  never  will  close. 

Chorus. 

O,  come  to  His  glorious  courts  with  singing, 
Love  and  dutiful  tribute  bringing ; 

Worship  the  Lord ! 
Rejoice,  and  believe  in  His  word. 

Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

He  sits  on  the  throne,  His  sceptre  we  own  ; 
Cast  every  idol  away. 

And  worship  Jesus  alone. — Cho. 

Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

Thanksgiving  and  song  to  Jesus  belong ; 
Cheerfully  praise  Him  and  pray  ; 

He  loves  the  worshiping  throng. — Cho. 

Come,  let  us  be  joyful  to-day  ; 

The  truths  of  His  word  sweet  comfort  afford  ; 
Hear  what  His  messengers  say, 

And  take  the  truth  we  have  heard. — Cho. 


428 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  2i> 


Loud  swell  in  choral  numbers 

The  praise  of  Jesus'  name, 
His  goodness,  truth  and  mercy 

Let  young  and  old  proclaim. 
Exalt  Him,  O  ye  nations, 

And  crown  Him  while  ye  sing  : 
The  Lord  of  life  eternal, 

Creator,  Saviour,  King. 

Chorus. 

'  How  blessed  are  the  people 

That  know  the  joyful  sound/* 
Whose  strains  shall  yet  be  wafted 
To  earth's  remotest  bound. 

We  blend  our  happy  voices. 

We  lift  our  hearts  above  ; 
We  thank  our  kind  Protector 

For  all  His  tender  love. 
How  bright  the  year  departed 

With  blessings  passed  away  ; 
Loud  swell  our  choral  numbers 

On  this  glad,  festive  day. — Cho. 

Hosanna  in  the  highest, 

Our  grateful  songs  shall  be  ; 

Hosanna  in  the  highest. 
Our  Saviour  God,  to  Thee  : 


26  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

And  when,  with  all  the  ransomed, 
Around  Thy  throne  we  meet. 

We'll  cast  our  crowns  before  Thee, 
And  worship  at  Thy  feet. — Cho. 

429 

Just  across  the  river,  on  the  golden  shore, 
Where  the  crystal  sunlight  beams  forevermore, 
'Mid  the  heavenly  bowers,  'mid  the  fadeless 

bloom, 
Dwell  the  happy  children  in  their  blissful  home. 

Chorus. 
Would  you  cross  the  river, 

To  the  golden  shore, 
Give  your  heart  to  Jesus, 

He  will  guide  you  o'er. 

Hark !  the  sound  of  voices,  'tis  the  echo  sweet, 
Of  the  children  singing  at  the  Saviour's  feet ; 
'Tis  the  glorious  anthem, — rising  evermore, 
Of  the  love  that  brought  them  to  that  golden 
shore. — Cho. 

Jesus  loves  the  children,  who  His  praises  sing; 
Though  they  wear  the  earth-robe  He  is  still 

their  King  : 
He  wilf  gently  guide  them,  till  the  night  is  o'er  ; 
Then  they'll  join  the  chorus  on  the  golden 

shore. — Cho. 


PRECIOUS    HYMNS.  27 

430 

Beautiful  home  of  the  blest, 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  ! 
Home  where  the  weary  ones  rest, 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 
Home  where  the  pure  and  the  good  shall  stand, 
Clad  in  white  raiment  at  God's  right  hand, 
Circling  His  throne  in  a  radiant  band, 

Singing  forever  there. 

Home  by  the  river  of  life. 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  ! 
Free  from  earth's  passion  and  strife. 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 
Home  where  the  prisoner  finds  sweet  release  ; 
Home  where  all  sorrows  forever  cease ; 
Home  where  the  ransomed  ones  dwell  in  peace, 

Happy  forever  there. 

Home  of  the  glorified  throng, 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  I 
Home  of  the  shout  and  the  song, 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 
Home  where  the  beautiful  angels  dwell  ; 
Home  of  the  blessed,  where  all  is  w^ell ; 
Home  of  sweet  raptures  no  tongue  can  tell, 

Ever  increasing  there. 


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Home  of  the  city  of  gold, 
Beautiful  home,  beautiful  home  ! 
Home  where  are  pleasures  untold, 

Beautiful  home  on  high  ! 
Home  where  the  many  bright  mansions  be  ; 
Home  where  the  children  their  Saviour  see ; 
Home  where  they  worship  eternally, 

Praising  Him  ever  there. 

431 

Up  and  away  like  the  dew  of  the  morning. 
Soaring  from  earth  to  its  home  in  the  sun, 

Thus  would  I  pass  from  the  earth  and  its  toiling, 
Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

REFRAIN. 

Only  remembered,  only  remembered, 
Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

Only  remembered,  only  remembered. 
Only  remembered  by  what  I  have  done. 

Shall  I  be  missed  if  another  succeed  me. 
Reaping  the  fields  I  in  spring-time  have 
sown  ? 
No,  for  the  sower  may  pass  from  his  labors, 
Only  remembered  by  what  he  has  done. 

Ref. 


PRECIOUS    HTMFS.  29 

Only  the  truth  that  in  Hfe  I  have  spoken, 
Only  the  seed  that  on  earth  I  have  sown, 

These  shall  pass  onward  when  I  am  forgotten, 
Fruits  of  the  harvest  and  what  I  have  done. 

Ref. 

Oh,  when  the  Saviour  shall  make  up  His  jewels, 
When  the  bright  crowns  of  rejoicing  are  won, 

Then  will  His  faithful  and  weary  disciples, 
All  be  remembered  for  what  they  have  done. 

Ref. 

432 

The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth  for  thee, 
He  stands  at  the  door  of  thy  heart, 

No  friend  so  forgiving,  so  gentle  as  He, 
Oh,  say,  wilt  thou  let  Him  depart  ? 

REFRAIN. 

Patiently  waiting,  earnestly  pleading, 
Jesus,  thy  Saviour,  knocks  at  thy  heart, 

Patiently  waiting,  earnestly  pleading, 
Jesus,  thy  Saviour,  knocks  at  thy  heart. 

The  Master  has  come  with  blessings  for  thee. 
Arise,  and  His  message  receive ; 

Thy  ransom  is  purchased,  thy  pardon  is  free, 
If  thou  wilt  repent  and  believe. — Ref. 


30  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

The  Master  is  come,  and  calleth  thee  now, 
This  moment  what  joy  may  be  thine ; 

How  tender  the  smile  that  illumines  his  brow, 
A  pledge  of  His  favor  divine. — Ref. 

He  waits  for  thee  still,  then  haste  with  delight. 
Oh,  fly  to  the  arms  of  His  love, 

Press  on  to  that  beautiful  mansion  of  light. 
Prepared  in  His  kingdom  above. — Ref. 


433 


We  shall  meet  beyond  the  river, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 
And  the  darkness  will  be  over, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 
With  the  toilsome  journey  done, 
And  the  glorious  battle  won. 
We  shall  shine  forth  as  the  sun, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 

Down  with  all  of  earth's  delusion, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by, 
War,  and  strife,  and  sin's  confusion, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 
We  shall  rest  our  pilgrim  feet 
On  the  shores  where  loved  ones  meet, 
There  to  dwell  in  bliss  complete, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 


PRECIOUS   HYMNS.  SI 

We  shall  see  and  be  like  Jesus, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by, 
He  a  crown  of  life  will  give  us, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by, 
And  the  angels  who  fulfill 
All  the  mandates  of  His  will, 
Shall  attend  and  love  us  still. 

By  and-by,  by-and-by. 

When  with  robes  of  snowy  whiteness, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by, 
And  with  crowns  of  dazzling  brightness, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 
There  our  storms  and  perils  passed, 
And  with  glory  ours  at  last. 
We'll  possess  the  kingdom  vast, 

By-and-by,  by-and-by. 


434 


Hear  us  from  Thy  throne  above. 
Thine  forever,  God  of  love  ! 
Here  and  in  eternity, 
Thine  forever  may  we  be. 

Refrain. 
Show  the  way  !  show  the  way  ! 
Guide  us  to  the  realms  of  day, 
Shield  us  thro'  the  earthly  strife. 
Thine  forever,  Lord  of  life ! 


32  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

They  who  find  in  Thee  their  rest, 

Thine  forever,  oh,  how  blest  !  '     | 

Oh,  defend  us  to  the  end, 

Guardian  Saviour,  heavenly  Friend  ! — Ref. 

Let  us  all  Thy  goodness  share, 
Sheltered  only  in  Thy  care ; 
These  Thy  frail  and  trembling  sheep, 
Thine  forever,  Saviour,  keep  ! — Ref. 

435 

My  hope  is  in  Jesus,  my  comfort  is  there, — 
He  bids  me  be  faithful,  and  watch  unto  prayer  ; 
Believing  His  promise,  I'll  banish  my  fear, 
Whatever  my  trial,  the  Saviour  is  near. 

Chorus. 

Jesus  will  help  me, — 
Jesus  will  help  me, — 
Jesus  will  help  me, 
Will  help  me  to  pray. 

He  gives  me  His  spirit,  a  witness  within, 
That  love  has  redeemed  me,  and  cleansed  me 

from  sin  ; 
The  pledge  of  His  pardon  I  feel  in  my  breast, 
Still  looking  by  faith  to  a  mansion  of  rest. 

Cho. 


PRECIOUS   HYMKS.  S3 

0  Saviour,  dear  Saviour,  ray  Refuge  Divine, 
Thy  cross  will  I  bear,  let  the  glory  be  Thine  ; 
My  all  to  Thy  service  I  cheerfully  give. 

And  ask  in  the  light  of  Thy  counsel  to  live. 

Cho. 

1  know  that  Thy  grace  is  sufficient  for  me. 
Yet  draw  me,  dear  Saviour,  still  closer  to  Thee  ; 
My  heart  and  my  treasure  to  Thee  I  confide. 
And  trust  Thee  forever,  my  Comfort  and  Guide. 

Cho. 


436 


Beyond  life's  raging  fever, 
Beyond  life's  troubled  dream, 

Beyond  death's  surging  river, 
Beyond  that  sullen  stream. 

Chorus. 

The  saint  shall  dwell  in  glory. 

In  beauty  fading  not ; 
Oh  !  pilgrim,  are  you  praying, 

That  this  may  be  your  lot  ? 

Beyond  this  land  of  sighing, 
Where  countless  tears  are  shed, 

Beyond  the  sick  and  dying. 
Beyond  the  mouldering  dead. — Cho. 


34:  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Beyond  this  scene  of  trial, 

Where  heart  and  flesh  do  fail ; 

Beyond  the  darkening  shadows, 
Beyond  the  gloomy  vale. — Cho. 

Beyond  the  thought  of  grieving 

A  kind  and  gracious  God  ; 
Beyond  the  fear  of  sinning, 

Beyond  the  chastening  rod. — Cho. 

Beyond  earth's  weary  burden, 
The  cross,  the  scourge,  the  rod  ; 

The  saint  shall  dwell  in  glory, 

The  saint  shall  dwell  with  God. — Cho. 


437 


One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 

One  less  of  life  for  me  ! 
But  heaven  is  nearer. 
And  Christ  is  dearer. 

Than  yesterday  to  me  ; 
His  love  and  light 
Fill  all  my  soul  to-night. 

Chorus. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus, 

One  less  of  life  for  me. 


PRECIOUS    HTMKS.    '  35 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus  ; 
How  glorious  is  my  King  ! 

'Tis  joy,  not  duty, 

To  speak  Pi  is  beauty  ; 
My  soul  mounts  on  the  wing 

At  the  mere*th  ought 

How  Christ  my  life  has  bought. —Cho  . 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus ; 
How  sweet  the  work  has  been, 

To  tell  the  story. 

To  show  the  glory, 
When  Christ's  flock  enter  in  ! 

How  it  did  shine 

In  this  poor  heart  of  mine  ! — Cho. 

One  more  day's  work  for  Jesus — 
Oh  yes,  a  weary  day  ; 

But  heaven  shines  clearer, 

And  rest  comes  nearer, 
At  each  step  of  the  way  ; 

And  Christ  in  all — 

Before  His  face  I  fall. — Cho. 

Oh,  blessed  work  for  Jesus  ! 
Oh,  rest  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

There  toil  seems  pleasure. 

My  wants  are  treasure, 
And  pain  for  Him  is  sweet. 

Lord,  if  I  may, 

I'll  serve  another  day. — Cho. 


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438 

Weak  and  weary,  poor  and  sinful, 

Vainly  I  cry  ; 
Bound  and  crushed  with  years  of  sorrow, 

What  help  is  nigh  ? 

Chorus. 

Let  me  touch  the  hem  of  His  garment, 

Let  me  touch  the  hem  of  His  garment, 

Let  me  touch  the  hem  of  His  garment. 

And  the  touch  will  make  me  whole. 

How  the  people  press  around  Him, 

His  word  receive  ; 
Surely  I  may  share  His  blessing, 

I  too  believe. — Cho. 
Long  my  heart  has  felt  its  burden. 

Seeking  for  peace, 
Now,  at  last,  I  find  in  Jesus 

My  sweet  release. 

Cho. — I  have  touched,  etc. 


439 


Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 

And  let  our  joys  be  known. 

Join  in  a  song  yv^ith  sweet  accord, 

Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS.  37 

Chorus. 
We're  marching  to  Zion, 
Beautiful,  beautiful  Zion  ; 
We're  marching  upward  to  Zion, 
The  beautiful  city  of  God. 

Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God ; 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King, 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad, 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. — Cho. 

The  liill  of  Zion  yields 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields, 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. — Cho. 

Then  iBt  our  songs  abound. 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's 

ground. 
We're  marching  thro'  Immanuel's 
ground. 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high, 
To  fairer  worlds  on  high. — Cho. 


S8  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

440 

Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  mighty  arm  make  bare  ; 

Speak  with  the  voice  that  wakes  the  dead, 
And  make  Thy  people  hear. 

Chorus. 

Revive  Thy  work,  revive  Thy  work, 
And  give  refreshing  showers  ; 

The  glory  shall  be  all  Thine  own, 
The  blessing  shall  be  ours. 

Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord, 

Disturb  this  sleep  of  death  ; 
Quicken  the  smouldering  embers  now 

By  Thine  Almighty  breath. - 

Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord, 

Create  soul-thirst  for  Thee  ; 
And,  hungering  for  the  bread  of  life, 

Oh,  may  our  spirits  be  ! — Cho. 

Revive  Thy  work,  O  Lord, 

Exalt  Thy  precious  name  ; 
And  by  the  Holy  Ghost,  our  love 

For  Thee  and  Thine  inflame. — Cho. 


441 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS.  39 


Why  do  you  wait,  dear  brother, 
Oh,  why  do  you  tarry  so  long  ? 

Your  Saviour  is  waiting  to  give  you 
A  place  in  His  sanctified  throng. 

Chorus. 

Why  not  ?  why  not  ? 

Why  not  come  to  Him  now  ? 
Why  not  ?  why  not  ? 

Why  not  come  to  Him  now  ? 

What  do  you  hope,  dear  brother, 

To  gain  by  a  further  delay  ? 
There's  no  one  to  save  you  but  Jesus, 

There's  no  other  way  but  His  way. 

Cho. 

.  Do  you  not  feel,  dear  brother. 
His  Spirit  now  striving  within  ? 
Oh,  why  not  accept  His  salvation, 

And  throw  off  thy  burden  of  sin  ? — Cho. 

Why  do  you  wait,  dear  brother, 
The  harvest  is  passing  away. 

Your  Saviour  is  longing  to  bless  you. 
There's  danger  and  death  in  delay  ? 

Cho. 


4:0  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

442 

O  what  a  Saviour  that  He  died  for  rne  ! 
From  condemnation  He  hath  made  me  free  ; 
"  He  that  believeth  on  the  Son,"  saith  tie, 
**  Hath  everlasting  hfe." 

Chorus. 

'*  Verily,  verily,  I  say  unto  you. 

Verily,  verily,"  message  ever  new  ; 
**  He  that  believeth  on  the  Son,"  'tis  true, 
J*  Hath  everlasting  life." 

All  my  iniquities  on  Him  were  laid, 
All  my  indebtedness  by  Him  was  paid  ; 
All  who  believe  on  Him,  the  Lord  hath  said, 
'*  Have  everlasting  life." — Cho.       » 

Tho'  poor  and  needy,  I  can  trust  my  Lord, 
Tho'  weak  and  sinful,  I  believe  His  word  ; 
O  glad  message  !  every  child  of  God, 
'*  Hath  everlasting  life." — Cho. 

Tho'  all  unworthy,  yet  I  will  not  doubt, 
For  him  that  cometh,  He  will  not  cast  out, 
"  He  that  believeth,"  O  the  good  news  shout, 
"  Hath  everlasting  life, "--Cho. 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS.  -      4:1 

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Justice. 

Cut  it  down,  cut  it  down, 
Spare  not  the  fruitless  tree  ! 
It  spreads  a  harmful  shade  around, 
It  spoils  what  else  were  useful  ground, 
No  fruit  for  years  on  it  I've  found. 
Cut  it  down,  cut  it  down. 


Mercy, 

One  year  more,  one  year  more, 

Oh,  spare  the  fruitless  tree  ! 

Behold  its  branches  broad  and  green, 

Its  spreading  leaves  have  hopeful  been, 

Some  fruit  thereon  may  yet  be  seen, 

One  year  more,  one  year  more. 


Justice. 

Cut  it  down,  cut  it  down, 

And  burn  the  worthless  tree  ! 
For  other  use  the  soil  prepare, 
Some  other  tree  will  flourish  there, 
And  in  my  vineyard  much  fruit  bear, 
Cut  it  down,  cut  it  down. 


4:2  PRECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Me7xy. 

One  year  more,  one  year  more, 
For  mercy  spare  the  tree  ! 
Another  year  of  care  bestow, 
On  its  fair  form  some  fruit  may  grow, 
If  not — then  hiy  the  cumberer  low, 
One  year  more,  one  year  more. 

Still  it  stands,  still  it  stands, 

A  fair,  but  fruitless  tree  ! 
The  Master,  seeking  fruit  thereon 
Has  come — but,  grieved  at  finding  none, 
Now  speaks  to  Justice  -Mercy  flown — 

Cut  it  down,  cut  it  down. 


444 


The  prize  is  set  before  us, 

To  win,  His  words  implore  us. 

The  eye  of  God  is  o'er  us 

From  on  high,  from  on  high  ; 
His  loving  tones  are  calling, 
While  sin  is  dark,  appalling, 
'Tis  Jesus  gently  calling, 

He  is  nigh.  He  is  nigh. 

Chorus. 
By  and  by  we  shall  meet  Him, 
By  and  by  we  shall  greet  Him, 

And  with  Jesus  reign  in  glory, 

By  and  by,  by  and  by ; 


PEECIOUS    HYMNS.  dS 

We'll  follow  where  he  leadeth, 
We'll  pasture  where  he  feedeth, 
We'll  yield  to  Him  who  pleadeth 

From  on  high,  from  on  high  ; 
Then  naught  from  Him  shall  sever, 
Our  hope  shall  brighten  ever. 
And  faith  shall  fail  us  never, 

He  is  nigh,  He  is  nigh. — Cho. 

Our  home  is  bright  above  us, 
No  trials  dark  to  move  us, 
But  Jesus  dear  to  love  us 

There  on  high,  there  on  high ; 
We'll  give  Him  best  endeavor, 
And  praise  His  name  forever, 
His  precious  words  can  never. 

Never  die,  never  die. — Cho. 


What  a  friend  we  have  in  Jesus, 

All  our  sins  and  griefs  to  bear ; 
What  a  privilege  to  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 
Oh,  what  peace  we  often  forfeit, 

Oh,  what  needless  pain  we  bear — 
All  because  we  do  not  carry 

Everything  to  God  in  prayer. 


4^  PEECIOUS    HYMNS. 

Have  we  trials  and  temptations  ? 

Is  there  trouble  anywhere  ? 
We  should  never  be  discouraged, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Can  we  find  a  friend  so  faithful, 

Who  will  all  our  sorrows  share  ? 
Jesus  knows  our  every  weakness, 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 

Are  we  weak  and  heavy  laden, 

Cumbered  with  a  load  of  care  ? 
Precious  Saviour,  still  our  refuge, — 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer. 
Do  thy  friends  despise,  forsake  thee  ? 

Take  it  to  the  Lord  in  prayer  ; 
In  His  arms  He'll  take  and  shield  thee, 

Thou  wilt  find  a  solace  there. 


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